The M249 | Spectre is like that one gym member who shows up in designer athleisure but skips leg day. Draped in a smoky, shadowy camo that’s seen better days (thanks to its “Field-Tested” charm), it tries to pass as a stealthy menace. But let’s be real—this LMG is the heavyweight champ of “why did I buy this?” moments. It sprays bullets like a toddler with a hose, deafens teammates, and moves slower than a Monday morning. The Spectre’s aesthetic whispers “tactical ghost,” but its performance screams “clown car at a funeral.” Perfect for flexing your poor life choices… or trolling. At least you’ll die stylishly!